My wife taught 'em.

See you again later, Mr.Cheyne.

I'm wanted on the platform." High, clear, and true, children's voices bore down the last noise of those settling into their places.
"O all ye Works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord: praise him, and magnify him for ever!" The women throughout the hall leaned forward to look as the reiterated cadences filled the air.

Mrs.Cheyne, with some others, began to breathe short; she had hardly imagined there were so many widows in the world; and instinctively searched for Harvey.

He had found the "We're Heres" at the back of the audience, and was standing, as by right, between Dan and Disko.